There is something about rain

There is something about rain

Much as autumn is a return to earth

And spring about rebirth

Rainfall is full of renewal

The dead skin peeled,

Revealing the new clean layer

Lying beneath the surface.

The flesh stripped bare

Dust and dirt washed away

Ragged bones exposed.

An unholy mix of mud and blood

Old mistakes soaked in memory

Drained of truth and context

Flushed as a flood of godly tears

Tearing through the night

Clearing out the debris

Collecting sorrow

Gathering the remains of yesterday

Exhuming the detritus of past lives

Exposing root and branch

To the first light of day.

New shoots come out to play

When rainfall stops,

Renewal soon begins

Flood plains are rebirthed

Greenfields and farmland returned,

Just as intended.